The Broken Mirror

The small town of Millfield had always been a quiet and peaceful place, with its friendly residents going about their daily business without any real problems. That was until the day the old abandoned mansion at the edge of town was sold and a new family moved in.

The new family, the Joneses, seemed to keep to themselves, rarely venturing into town except for groceries and other essentials. They rarely interacted with their neighbors, which only served to heighten the mystery surrounding the new arrivals.

It wasn't until a few weeks after they had moved in that strange things started happening in Millfield. Residents reported seeing odd lights and hearing strange noises emanating from the mansion, and rumors started to spread that something sinister was going on inside.

One night, a group of teenagers decided to investigate the mansion, sneaking past the iron gates and into the overgrown gardens. The closer they got to the house, the more the feeling of unease settled over them, like a thick fog that refused to lift.

As they approached the front door, one of them spotted a large mirror that had been propped up against the wall. It was an old-fashioned oval-shaped mirror, with a gold frame that was chipped and worn in places. But what really caught their attention was the fact that the mirror was cracked right down the middle, as if someone had taken a hammer to it.

One of the boys reached out to touch the mirror, but as soon as his fingers brushed against the glass, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his hand. He recoiled in shock, shaking his hand as if to rid himself of the sensation.

Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and the teenagers froze in fear as a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was Mrs. Jones, the mother of the family who had recently moved into the mansion. But she looked different somehow, her skin pale and translucent like a sheet of paper, her eyes sunken and hollow.

Without a word, she beckoned them inside, and the teenagers found themselves following her down a dark corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. As they walked, they heard strange noises coming from behind the doors lining the hallway – whispers, moans, and the sound of something scratching against the wood.

Finally, they came to a large room at the end of the corridor, and Mrs. Jones motioned for them to enter. Inside, the room was filled with broken mirrors – some hanging from the walls, others propped up against the furniture.

As they looked around, the teenagers realized that the mirrors weren't just broken – they were shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, as if they had been smashed with a hammer. And in the center of the room was a large wooden table, covered in strange symbols and markings that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Mrs. Jones motioned for them to sit down at the table, and as they did, she produced a small vial of red liquid. Without warning, she poured the liquid into each of their mouths, and the teenagers felt a sharp burning sensation as it slid down their throats.

Suddenly, the room began to spin, and the teenagers felt themselves being pulled into a dark abyss, their bodies twisting and contorting in pain. They tried to scream, but no sound came out as they felt their souls being ripped from their bodies.

When they finally came to, they were lying in the middle of the broken mirror room, their bodies battered and bruised. Mrs. Jones was nowhere to be seen, and the teenagers stumbled out of the mansion and into the street, dazed and confused.

From that day on, the teenagers were never the same. They would wake up in the middle of the night, their bodies covered in sweat and their minds filled with terrifying images of the broken mirror